Super Thrilling Live Broadcast

Chapter 8: The Live Broadcast Begins

"Granny, don't scare me. I'm naturally timid; I'd have nightmares for four or five days even after seeing someone s*******r a chicken." The bitterness on my face wasn't entirely feigned; after all, the room where someone had died three months ago was right across from mine.

"Don't go out, and everything should be fine... should be..." The short, plump granny turned and left. I stood alone in the corridor, feeling a chill run down my spine as a gust of cold wind blew through.

In the flickering light, I glanced again at Room 206 across from me. The wooden door, its paint peeling, looked rough, with no distinguishing features apart from the room number.

"I've come this far; what is there to fear?" I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and placed it in my mouth, then pushed open the door to Room 203.

The room was more spacious than I had imagined, with an ensuite bathroom, a double bed, and an old wardrobe against the wall.

The furnishings were simple but adequate, and at 35 yuan per night, this room was indeed a bargain.

Glancing at my phone, I realized it was already 11 p.m. I stubbed out the cigarette and turned on the camera, placing it on the windowsill. "I never thought my first live stream would be in a hotel room that costs 35 yuan a night."

The equipment was working fine. I plugged in the mobile encoding stick and clicked on the icon for the "Ghostly Show" on my large-screen phone.

"Obtaining image... Connecting to the barrage... Data stable. Start the live broadcast?" Prepared mentally, I didn't hesitate and clicked "Yes" on the screen. The screen went black for a moment and then switched to the live broadcast.

A young man, about 1.8 meters tall, was standing by the bed with a phone in his hand.

"So this is how I look on TV." He looked melancholic. The broadcast had begun, but my room was empty.

"I'm good at solving murder cases and tracking extramarital affairs, but I'm just an amateur at live streaming." How could I attract more viewers? I thought about the popular female anchors and glanced down at my own collar. "Too bad I don't have a figure. I don't even have the capital to sell s*x appeal..."

"Teletubbies died of murder and entered the live broadcast room."

"Someone's here! Welcome to the super thrilling live broadcast room! We have the most real challenges and the most thrilling stories here!" I suddenly paused because I had no idea what to do next. Should I just sit here and wait for ghosts to knock on the door in the middle of the night?

"I clearly clicked on 'Extreme Temptation of Beautiful Women,' why did I come in and see a melon?" The Teletubbies on the screen were also in a state of confusion. "What are you broadcasting, host? There wasn't even a live broadcast notice?"

"I'm a kind of supernatural exploration anchor, but that's not important. The fundamental purpose of my live broadcast is to find an answer."

"What answer?"

"Whether there are ghosts in the world."

Tieling Biaoye: "Haha, I like listening to you talk nonsense seriously."

Senior Sister Fell in Love with Me: "I've been searching too, for the greasy Corpse Sister."

In just a few sentences, the popularity of the live broadcast room had risen to eleven. It seemed that there were many channels for information flow on the Ghostly Show.

However, without exception, all the viewers in my live broadcast room had been tricked into coming. Some were studying a movie, suddenly an ad popped up, and then they parachuted into the super thrilling live broadcast room with a roll of toilet paper.

Poor children, I hope I didn't leave them with any psychological shadows.

Others had entered inadvertently, but they all had one thing in common: they were all alone watching at the moment.

"Host, your room looks familiar to me. Have I seen it on the news?" A viewer named San Nian Er Ban Huang Jingguan suddenly sent a colored barrage. "Host, I'm from Jiangcheng. Is the place you're staying at the Anxin Hotel?"

"Perhaps many of you viewers don't know what this place is all about. Please look at the newspaper in my hand. Three months ago, a bizarre death occurred in this building. The police have not yet determined the cause of death and can only attribute it to sudden death."

"What did he see? Don't you all want to know?"

The live broadcast room suddenly fell silent, perhaps because everyone was trying to determine the truth of what I was saying.

"The room number is 203, and the room where the death occurred three months ago is right across from me." The cigarette ash fell, and I realized it had burned out without me noticing. I lit another cigarette and looked at myself on the screen.

"Tonight, I will take you to uncover the truth of what happened. That's right, witness horror with your life. That is the meaning of the existence of the super thrilling live broadcast room."

Feeling good about myself, I finished my speech, but the audience didn't seem convinced.

Tieling Biaoye: "Go to hell, you're finished, you're just playing around. Even the police couldn't figure it out, who do you think you are?"

Don't spray me, I'm fragile: "Screenshot taken, waiting to see the host scared to death."

Ping An Business Manager: "Host, what you need now is insurance. Our company's latest family insurance package covers the whole family..."

San Nian Er Ban Huang Jingguan: "The Anxin Hotel is indeed weird. You might really encounter something there, host, be careful!"

The barrage was diverse, which diluted the fear and oppression in my heart. Actually, according to the tasks of the Ghostly Show, I didn't need to interact with others; I just needed to survive tonight. But there are experts among the people; in case of imminent death, seeking help from viewers might be my only way out.

"Alright, everyone calm down. Let's first take a look at the surrounding environment. Although I don't understand feng shui, I did spend two years at the police academy, so I'm quite good at crime scene investigations."

Room 203 was not where the death occurred three months ago, but the Ghostly Show specifically requested a live broadcast from this room, indicating that there must be a problem with this room.

"The doors and windows are intact, the floor is clean, and while the furniture is old-fashioned, it is very clean, spotless even." I sat on the floor with a cigarette in my mouth. "There are no bloodstains or any suspicious items under the bed. The wardrobe is a bit damp, and the TV directly facing the bed is just a decoration. Huh?"

I moved the old-fashioned square box TV in front of me and found a mirror attached to the wall behind the TV.

Not too big, the thirty-inch TV screen could just cover it.

"Host, it's taboo to have a mirror facing the bed. It's likely that this room is not meant for the living." Qingcheng Mountain's Liu Banxian's barrage reignited the previously quiet live broadcast room.

Tieling Biaoye: "Nonsense, I

have a whole wall of mirrors in my bedroom, and I'm living comfortably now."

Teletubbies died of murder: "Isn't this Bai Suzhen under Qingcheng Mountain? Liu Banxian, Fa Hai is calling you home for dinner."

Qingcheng Mountain's Liu Banxian: "Believe it or not, in terms of feng shui, mirrors are used to dispel evil spirits and ward off evil. They should face the direction of the evil spirits. If they face people, it's mirror evil, which is equivalent to a mouth that sucks up the sun's energy, causing people to feel restless or even lead to family destruction."

Handsome and charming girls love me: "It seems like there's a liar upstairs. Who has such fast typing speed?"

Qingcheng Mountain's Liu Banxian: "I've been practicing the Two-finger Zen since I was a child. Come and fight me if you don't believe me!"

I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on from the barrage filling the screen. If I hadn't experienced that night without light, I would probably be a thorough atheist, too, but that thrilling interview was like a sledgehammer, smashing everything I had believed in.

"Are there really strange and powerful beings in the world?" I picked up the camera. "Liu Banxian, calm down. My stay here is indeed not very auspicious. Can you help me see if it would be safe to stay here for a night?"

Qingcheng Mountain's Liu Banxian: "Knowing it's an ominous place and still wanting to stay? Let me advise you, little brother, pack up and leave as soon as possible; otherwise, your fortune will be affected in the future."

Tieling Biaoye rewarded the Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Room with 99 Ming Coins.

Tieling Biaoye: "Host, don't listen to that big-nosed guy. If you stay here for a night, I'll reward you 99 every hour."

"Now there are gifts?" The lower-level gifts on the Ghostly Show are divided into Ming Coins, Ingots, and Gold Bricks, and the introduction to gifts is on the contract, but unfortunately, I didn't read it carefully at the time.